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I'm stiff and unfluid. I clomp and teeter about to topple. I have to think too much about how to move from one sentence to the other and end up going in some other direction than where i thought my pen (ok keyboard) would take me. I create a sentence structure and then fill it with gravel in hopes of giving it weight. I admire the natural way Fliss, Jennifer Saylor or Edgy Mama seem so organized and meaningful in their writing, or the clarity with which Ashevegas or Scrutiny Hooligans puts things.

I hate the way i write, but...

I cannot improve without practice. And most people reading this probably wish i would practice in a private journal rather in a public place. Or start on bathroom walls. Or just not write and let my photographs speak for themselves. But, i'm gonna keep at it until either i can actually write something both meaningful and poetic, or the internet boycotts me like the townspeople with torches and pitchforks.

I write like Frankenstein's monster walks.